My Bad, like, literally.
Stop! I think that's it!
He pauses as his hand hovers over a beaten leather-bound book.
This?
I mean, you're going to have to open it-
He rolls his eyes as he leans over and flips it open to scan the pages.
Yes! This is exactly what we've been-
He freezes as he hisses at her to shut up.
Shit.
He shoves the journal in his bag before he slips behind the door and presses his back to the wall.
What? What is it? What's wr-
He holds his breath as the door opens.
Oh.
He rolls his eyes.
Yeah, oh.
His dart pierces the Captain before the door even has time to shut, stepping out of the shadows as the man falls to the ground.
This one he wouldn't feel bad about.
Wait-
Why? He asks, blade ready to pierce the man.
He might have information-
Seriously?
Yes, seriously. He might have-
He rolls his eyes as he buries his dagger into the man's throat.
T!
He lifts his brow at the growl.
What the fuck was her problem?
Wha-
What the hell did I just say?
Stupid?
And what, pray tell, is stupid about wanting to collect information?
Um, all of it? I mean, thanks for the confidence in me, but uh, are you fuckin' insane? What about me is more intimidating than Yu exactly?
Intimidation is not the only method of collecting delicate information-
Yeah, well I ain't much of a liar either.
Idiot, there are more clever ways to clean a fish.
Yeah, and there are cleaner ways to get dead than Uma finding out we got caught on a fucking mission because we tried to- to do what the fuck ever to one of his fucking Captains or the fuck else this prick's rank is.
He shakes his head when she hisses her frustration in defeat.
Exactly.
His eyes shoot open at the sound of a creak-
"Captain-" paper shuffles, "I need to go over these-"
Nope.
He lunges and covers a hand over the man's mouth just barely cutting off his scream and brings him to the ground.
Shit-
He shoves his blade into the man's chest.
-so much for fucking subtle.
Way to fucking go Tina, he rolls his eyes, as he wrestles to keep his hand over the struggling man's mouth.
Why didn't you just use the dart?
Why didn't you just use the dart. He mocks as he head butts the man into submission as he slides his forearm under the man's chin and drops his weight.
Because someone can't shut the fuck up for two damned seconds.
Insert witty remark
Point and case, he grunts as the man under him goes limp, right now.
He hops to his feet, couldn't go two seconds without shutting the fuck up.
He grins at her silence as he turns to a set of wide brown eyes.
"Are you-" He grabs the man by his shirt and knees him in the gut before he shoves him to the side and shuts the door.
He jumps when pain slices his arm and finds himself face to face with the third man.
"Thanks," he grins as he lets the man catch his forearm.
"Wha ya be thankin-"
He shoves the dart into the man's arm.
"For holdin' still." He breathes as the man hits the floor.
The fuck Tina?
What? What did I do?
I've never sucked so bad I had to kill before-
Fuck he'd never even been caught before.
But now-
How dare you try to blame this on-
His eyes sweep the room before he nods and walks over to take out the last bastard.
-T! Are you even listening to me?
He grabs the liquor bottle off the table and pours it on the bed.
Wait- T!
He pulls out his lighter, grabs the blanket, and lights it on fire.
God dammit T-
He continues to ignore her as he gathers the stupid papers from the second prick.
You idiot pay attention-
He rolls his eyes.
Jesus-fuckin'-Christ, shut the fuck up, you obnoxious hag.
He snarls as he shoves the reports in his bag.
Tiglath!
Go fuck your-
His neck cracks as his head whips to the bed.
Listen. To. Me.
The fuck bitc-
His stomach drops as his finds himself staring at a small pile of a familiar black sand at the floor of the barrel-
His heart slams against his ribs.
-being licked by flames.
Shit.
He jumps to his feet, eyes wide, when a tent in the middle of the camp below them explodes.
"What the-"
He turns to find James, his eyes wide with terror, holding Beam to his chest with a hand over his mouth.
He scoops his notebook from the ground.
Fuck.
No.
Please no.
Nothing.
He flips through a couple of pages, knowing that wouldn't make a difference, but unable to stop himself from looking for anything.
A sign.
A color.
But still-
Nothing.
T!
Are u safe?
Safe from what?
-U
Fuck.
He hadn't wanted to get her involved yet.
Not until he had answers.
"I got it." James claps a hand over his shoulder, "you keep look out."
"Aye," He nods, not arguing.
"Dude," Beam frowns as his hands curl into fists at his sides, "should we-"
"We be agreein' on ah signal, an' that ain'nah bein' it," he reminds Beam.
And himself.
Because that was exactly what he wanted to do.
He takes a deep breath, "until we know what be goin' on, we could be gettin' 'im an' ourselves in more trouble."
Beam's jaw tenses as he turns back to the camp.
It was all they could do.
Watch.
"Fuck," Beam growls, "are we even gonna see orange smoke with that shit?"
Would they?
He swallows hard as he flexes his fingers.
Was T in trouble?
Was he costing them time with this shit?
Sweat drips into his eyes and down his back.
Should they be running down there?
Fuck.
Fuck!
What should he do?
The fuck was he supposed to do?
"Fer the love o'-"
He jumps in surprise at how close James was, and then again when a hand slams on his shoulder and turns him before shoving his nose into the open notebook.
My Bad
He stares at the two words as the knot in his stomach loosens.
"What?" Beam joins them, "what is it?"
"My bad." James groans.
"Your bad wha-" Beam pauses, "what ah dick." He sags and sinks to the roof in relief.
James nods, "aye."
At least T was safe enough to write, though he would be strangling the story out of him later.
He pulls in a deep breath before he looks down at his own book.
Apparently this was the last camp they were hitting tonight, according to Uma.
T was going to lose his shit.
"FIRE!"
For the love of- My Lion could outpace you right now, you short-sighted-
I know!
"FIRE!"
She'd been riding that damned horse since he hit the shadows.
He jumps to the next roof.
Dammit.
He'd done so fucking well, putting her in her fucking place-
He slaps his hands against the rail as a powerful bang rings out as the heat of the blast brushes over his back as he lunges.
Well, so much for the others not finding out, if only you had-
Damn it.
He rolls to his feet.
Will you just shut up?
Fucking bitch or not-
He prided himself in his stealth, and he'd fucking let her throw her off his game.
He was going to look like a complete fucking idiot.
Seriously. He hadn't been caught trespassing anywhere in years.
Fucking years.
Ugh.
Obnoxious hag nagging in his ear or not-
He groans.
-how fucking embarrassing.
He scoffs, annoyed with himself as he steps forward, only for his eyes to snap to the ground when his foot sinks into the dirt with a metallic click.
He goes stiff.
Fuck-
He thought they'd collected all of Cruella's traps.
He opens one eye when the teeth never snap.
The fuck?
He frowns at the mound in confusion before he looks around.
He was on some kind of small hill.
His eyes narrow as he looks around.
And it wasn't the only one. In front of him there was one after another, each evenly spaced in a very particular pattern.
His eyes drop back down to his boot curiously.
What was he step-
Overwhelming dread hits him like the hell mobile head on; out of nowhere and stealing the air from his lungs.
Don't. Move.
He hesitates at the fear laced in her tone.
Kay… The fuck am I standing on, exactly?
There's no way to be positive, but I fear we may be stepping on a weapon.
He blinks.
No shit.
No shit? No shit! Standing on an undisclosed weapon with no awareness of it's properties shouldn't be taken so cavalierly.
Really? Cause 'less ya know somethin' I don't- Which sounds like ya don't- Seems like we're about ta be playin' an upgraded version of Trial and Error.
A slow grin spreads over his lips at her silence.
Perfect. Now go fuck off-
I will not-
I mean, your call, but-
This is hardly time to fool around, T- We're running on limited time.
He takes a deep breath as his teeth grit together and he coils.
Exactly.
Exactly? Exactly what T, exactly what?
T- What are you-
Three.
T!
He leans forward.
Two.
Wait no-
His eyes map the field.
One.
-don't!
He slams his eyes shut as he lunges forward.
Fucking T an' Tina antics I fucking swear, those two are fucking ridiculous-
Then again, what siblings aren't?
Think I'm doing a good job of representing a realistic sibling relationship?
*takes out note pad and pen*
If not, what can I do better?
But honestly, good representation or not-
They had me fucking snorting and I wrote it, so hopefully it was just as good for you as it was me.
Lolz.
What did Harry, James, and Beam expect?
Poor bastards.
Harry straight up deserves an award for the patience that shit had to have taken.
Kudos Hook, kudos.
Much Love
-Twisted